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The Greatest Victory

Easter. The day of victory! My Savior defeated the most undefeated force of all time. In all the stories, death cannot be undone. It is forever, and nothing can change that. I am a fan of the show Once Upon A Time, which uses all the classic fairytales. Every time someone dies and someone else tries to bring them back to life, they fail. No amount of magic will bring someone back from the dead. Death is permanent. In other stories, if a character dies and then come back to life, we usually call it a cop-out ending, and toss it to the side. I read one that was fantastic! I got so into it that when the child died in it, I cried. Then, he magically came back to life. I only had three more pages, and I could not finish the story. I was so mad that the author could not use the death to bring a lesson or just close it out after the death, that it ruined the entire book. Many people cannot wrap their head around Jesus being alive because of what we have always known about death. We know there is no turning back, but Jesus did it! He lives. He brought victory over death, and that changes everything we have ever known about death. My heart rejoices with such a change. The greatest victory of the world came, and I rejoice over the One who brought us life.
And why was there such a great change? True love. If you ever read any fairytale, you know true love's kiss breaks all spells. Snow White. Beauty and the Beast. Little Mermaid. Sleeping Beauty. The list goes on! True love conquers. Our God bears the greatest love. No one loves more than Him, and with that love, He broke the curse of death, and gave us so much more. He brings peace to our souls, after the raging war of sin. He broke the separation between us and God. He brings us the knowledge of true love. Through the resurrection of Christ, we are able to know the God of the universe, the Ancient of Days. Only the pure and faultless love of God could break such a curse!
Today, as I celebrate this victory of death, my heart is overwhelmed with love. I cannot even imagine being able to love as deeply as Christ when He gave His life over for all humanity. My soul finds peace knowing my Jesus is an overcomer. He came so I may live. Now that the grave has been conquered, He seeks after me, and I run to Him. Yet not just me, He came for all who walk this earth. He seeks after them just as earnestly, because His deep love goes to all. I cannot stop sharing of His goodness to those around me. I cannot keep this salvation to myself. All need to find this love, and find the salvation Christ offers. Jesus took the sins of all, and it is up to each person to take the offering. However, they will not know of such love unless Christians get out there and make it known.
I choose to earnestly share with all I come to know. I choose to run like crazy until my time is done. I do not want anyone to miss out because of my unfaithfulness. That is why I choose to leave everything I have ever known behind, and run off to Africa. This is where I can bring the most glory to Christ. Every Christian has a place where they can bring the most glory to His name, and that is where they need to be. Some people will remain where they are, but people like me will be called to something completely different in order for the entire world to know Him. I praise God as He uses the Body of Christ to reach every nation.

Just like all other fairytales, the Prince of this story will return! He will come riding on a white horse, and put an end to all evil. He will win, because good always wins. This is where I place my hope, and I know the end of this story will not be a cop-out.  

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